Just got Every Time I Die’s New Junk Aesthetic on vinyl - limited edition pink vinyl, no less - and it sounds like a completely different recording. I realize it’s pretty pretentious to wax* poetic about how awesome records are, but honestly, I feel like somebody just picked enormous wads of cotton out of my ears and then threw ice water in my face. It’s like I’m emerging from Plato’s cave every time I listen to a record.
* See what I did there? Wax? Vinyl?
